Unscientific Romance

Recently, every morning when Pei Xiu woke up, he felt something strange beneath him. Once or twice might have been a wet dream, but seven times a week was ridiculous. As luck would have it, he ran into a fortune-teller on the street. Seeing the man’s white hair and tattered clothes, Pei Xiu decided to do a good deed and sat down for a reading. To his surprise, the fraud looked the part and immediately divined that Pei Xiu had a troublesome admirer clinging to him, who was trying to drain his yang energy to replenish their yin. After packing up, the fortune-teller even gave him a talisman, saying it could protect him. That night, when Pei Xiu got home, he was woken by the allegedly protective, shoddily made talisman burning him. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a rather stern-looking male ghost sitting beside his bed, perfectly composed despite what he was doing. Yet the ghost had one hand brazenly pressed against Pei Xiu’s lower abdomen. The faintly cool touch, and the strange waves of heat, were no illusion. Pei Xiu looked down… The male ghost apparently hadn’t expected him to wake up. His thin lips parted, but he seemed unable to find the words. “…” Their eyes met. Silence filled the room. “I…” “You…” In the end, Pei Xiu was the one who spoke. He stayed calm and tried to negotiate with the male ghost first. “…Um, could you let me put my pants on?” *The settings in this story are adapted from Taoist culture. Author’s Weibo: @Jinjiang Xiaoyao Take a look at my upcoming novel: "Buddhist Devotion, Despite Being a Dragon" [Blurb] After twenty-three years of Buddhist cultivation, Xiao Shu learned that he carried the bloodline of the divine dragon imperial family and was engaged to the so-called Lord Emperor, Gu Fengyue. But that very day, his golden scales were stolen, his bloodline transferred, and someone seemed to have taken his place. Then he was knocked off Soulbreak Cliff with a single palm strike. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to survive the fall. The only thing giving him a headache was the man he rescued at the bottom of the cliff, and the things the man said and did. After hearing what had happened to him, the man shared his outrage. His strange expression suddenly turned serious, and he declared that he would help Xiao Shu get revenge. But the man seemed weak. “I’ve been poisoned with aphrodisiac, and my cultivation is gone. Buddhist Son, please help me.” The Buddhist faith preached compassion, so Xiao Shu naturally agreed to help. He asked, “What kind of poison is aphrodisiac, and how do you cure it?” The man smiled. “It’s simple. I’ll teach you…” After they’d cured the poison once, Xiao Shu sensed something was off, but the man said “Brother Xiao, cough, sigh, my injuries haven’t healed yet. How about we do it again?” “The poison’s flared up today. Let’s do it, cough, cure it again.” “One more time.” “…” “Brother Xiao, you want revenge as soon as possible too, don’t you?” Xiao Shu: “?” After traversing the Three Realms for a thousand years, Gu Fengyue’s heart had long been as still as an ancient well. But after emerging from seclusion five hundred years later, once ten lifetimes of reincarnation had ended, his remnant soul, which should have returned to his main body, remained nowhere to be found. In response, he simply crushed the soul seal, intending to forcibly summon it back. But the remnant soul refused to return to his body. It only sent a trace of consciousness, revealing that the yang essence of his incarnated self had been drained, ruining his cultivation of the Heart of Ruthlessness through reincarnation. Then fragments of missing memories surfaced Gu Fengyue’s expression had already darkened before he could see them all. He laughed in fury. You ruined my state of mind. You broke my cultivated body. He was going to find out exactly who this mortal was, daring to drain him for their own cultivation. Theme: May each return to their rightful place, and may good deeds be rewarded.